“Indeed I shall,” she replied; “not one word shall ever—­”

“I hope not,” interrupted Claude, “and I will add that if I should ever be accidentally present when a gentleman is about to propose to you, Miss Raleigh, I shall heap coals of fire upon your head by instantaneously withdrawing.”

The secretary was about to thank him, but Olive interrupted.  “Now, Claude Locker,” said she, “what can you possibly have to say to me that you have not said before?”

“A good deal, Miss Asher, a good deal, although I don’t wonder you suppose that no man could say more to you of his undying affection than I have already said.  But, since I last spoke on the subject, I have been greatly impressed by the fact that I have not said enough about myself; that I have not made you understand me as I really am.  I know very well that most people, and I suppose that at some time you have been among them, look upon me as a very frivolous young man, and not one to whom the right sort of a girl should give herself in marriage.  But that is a mistake.  I am as much to be depended upon as anybody you ever met.  My apparently whimsical aspect is merely the outside—­my shell, marked off in queer designs with variegated colors—­but within that shell I am as domestic, as sober, and as surely to be found where I am expected to be as any turtle.  This may seem a queer figure, but it strikes me as a very good one.  When I am wanted I am there.  You can always depend upon me.”

There was not a smile upon the face of either woman as he spoke.  They were listening earnestly, and with the deepest interest.  Miss Raleigh’s eyes sparkled, and Olive seemed to be most seriously considering this new aspect in which Mr. Locker was endeavoring to place himself.

“Perhaps you may think,” Claude continued, “that you would not desire turtle-like qualities in a husband, you who are so bright, so bounding, so much like a hare, but I assure you, that is just the companion who would suit you.  All day you might skip among the flowers, and in the fields, and wherever you were, you would always know where I was—­making a steady bee-line for home; and you would know that I would be there to welcome you when you arrived.”

“That is very pretty!” said Miss Raleigh.  And then she quickly added:  “Excuse me for making a remark.”

“Now, Miss Asher,” continued Locker, “I have tried, very imperfectly, I know, to make you see me as I really am, and I do hope you can put an end to this suspense which is keeping me in a nervous tingle.  I can not sleep at night, and all day I am thinking what you will say when you do decide.  You need not be afraid to speak out before Miss Raleigh.  She is in with us now, and she can’t get out.  I would not press you for an answer at this moment, but there are reasons which I can not say anything about without meddling with other people’s business.  But my business with you is the happiness of my life, and I feel that I can not longer endure having it momentarily jeopardized.”